Trust Issues

Geena

Geena

Glancing at my watch I saw that it was getting close to time for my tutoring appointment. In addition to her academic endeavors on campus, I also tutored in Literature and Composition. It makes me feel useful to offer my knowledge to those who need it. The walk from the student Cafe to Darby Hall is a short one, following my familiar route I reached room D31 with time to spare. "Hey Miss Tracey" I waved to the secretary. She smiled back warmly. I had been tutoring since freshman year so Tracey and I had gotten close. " Hey there baby" Tracey smiled and stood to give me a hug

Tracey was a short and high yellow woman with a face full of light brown freckles . She holds out her plump arms and I accept her grandmotherly hug. "It's good to see you ."With no children of her own she had quickly bonded with the sweet pretty girl and considered her a surrogate granddaughter, she looked forward to their weekly visits. Tracey nosily settles into her chair and returns to her computer. I grab the red folder from the shelf labeled with my name that would contain my new student's weak areas, grades, and notes from the professor... Montclair P. Davis...I read to myself.. hmm. Now there's an interesting name. " So how's your week been Geena?" Oh..um good, busy... but I'm hanging in there."I responded distractedly, studying the folder's contents. "Well baby busy is good, keeps you out of trouble. But don't you forget to schedule some fun in that planner of yours." She gives me a pointed look.

"Uh huh" I responded not really hearing her. I'd heard that song before and have gotten very adept at evading the topic. I got it enough from my sisters. You should be dating, all you do is study blah blah blah. What's so wrong with devoting my time to my education? You'd think I'd be praised for actually caring. "Oh", Tracey suddenly shouts scaring me half to death, I look up at her my brows creased" "Are you Ok." "Your student is already here, Lord, I almost forgot! He's been sitting in the back for at least and hour." Whaaat somebody is actually on time" I mused grinning." "Early" Tracey says and we burst into laughter. It's our inside joke. The students I tutored were mandated to attend as a condition of academic probation. Most were less than happy to be there and few bothered to show up on time. "Ok well I'll just go on back and get started then. See you in an hour." I smile as I head towards the private tutoring area, as I entered the room I gasp stopping dead in my tracks. My heart drops to my toes implanting my feet into the floor at the doorway. My legs literally refuse to move. It couldn't be, of all people in the world. Of all people at this college. Seated at my usual table was the tall, tatted, degenerate I had the unfortunate collision with in the quad earlier.. His long fingers moved quickly across his Iphone's touch screen keyboard. He hears me and looks up, recognition crosses his face and instantly transforms into a scowl. His deep velvety voice startles me " You following me or something?" He raises a thick dark eyebrow, glaring at me before returning his attention to his phone. I stand there feeling stupid for a few moments before pulling myself together. I release a calming breath and cross from the doorway to the table on shaky legs sinking gratefully into the seat directly across from him. Almost immediately I'm overwhelmed by the woodsy scent of his cologne. He smells amazing. A rather inappropriate detail at a time like this. I fiddle with the file in my hand. "I'm Geena Thomas, I tutor English and Lit so I guess you're my student." "Whatever" he mutters without looking at me. I can't help but stare and I hate to admit this man is gorgeous. He had changed into a black t shirt that stretched tightly across his big arms, both of which were tatted completely to the wrist. My eyes traced the path the tribal looking image makes around his biceps. There were so many colors bouncing from the diamond chain around his neck there was no doubt it was real . The matching bracelet was just as blingy. He wore a Yankees cap pulled low over his eyes.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth an unfamiliar tingly sensation unfurls in the pit of my stomach and dips lower. I shake my head ugh I'm disgusted with myself, I have to snap out of this. I draw in a deep breath and try to force some cheerfulness into my voice."Okay, so since we will be meeting weekly for the next couple of months, I usually try to get to know each of my students, maybe you could tell me a little about yourself and what you hope to accomplish with tutoring." I've said those words dozens of times to put my student at ease. His eyes stay glued to his phone, never acknowledging my presence. I feel my face flush with anger, this guy was bordering on disrespectful. He's literally ignoring me like a child. I clear my throat ,opening his file I try again. "Let's see.... Montclair Davis." I read his name aloud. " Junior" Political Science Major- I see here you-- " his head snaps up I'm met with the most breathtaking pair of emerald green eyes I've ever seen glaring at me across the table. They contrast sharpy with his warm brown sugar skin tone and dark facial hair. "Geena, that was your name right? I'm sure you're a... nice little girl or whatever but I don't do that personal shit. You helping me write this bullshit Comp paper is all I give a fuck about, and DONT call me Montclair." His voice drips with disdain. " I go by P." Green eyes pierce brown as we stare each other down. I look away from the intensity and standing, I begin to gather my things. " We're done here, If all you're going to do is play with your phone then this is a waste of time. There are students who need and appreciate my help." I raise my chin. Determined to look more confident that I felt. P laughed, revealing perfect white teeth. " Look little girl, I could give a damn if you leave. You haven't said shit worth listening to anyway." My face flushes with heat and I feel my blood begin to boil. Who does he think he is? I've done nothing but try to be civil with this man and he's determined to be a jerk. I hate being called a little girl. and now he's just sitting there surfing the web nonchalantly like he hadn't just practically called me out my name as far as I'm concerned. Rarely do I lose my temper-except with Kai- and never in public but I could feel my self control slipping away. Without a second thought I reach over and snatch P's phone out of his hand and throw it against the wall as hard as I can. " Fuck you and that phone" I scream my chest heaving. Quick as lightning P' grabs me. I struggle against him but it's no use. He clamps both my wrists like vice grips and brings my hands over my head .Using his body he pushes my back hard against the wall pinning me there " What the fuck is your problem! P's face contorts with rage. "Have you lost your Goddam mind?" I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head from him yelling directly in my face. If my heart beats any faster I'll die of a heart attack. P releases my arms and goes off in search of his phone .Truthfully I don't know what I was thinking. I just reacted. My entire body shakes violently. I half expected him to beat the crap out of me. P tinkers around with his phone, it must be broken because he angrily hurls it into the trash can. He walks over to me, I decide to ignore him and take my time gathering my laptop and books avoiding eye contact. Please just go away, the voice in my chants " You broke my fucking phone, What do you plan on doing about it" My mouth goes dry, but I won't be backed down. "I don't owe you anything. You have to be the most ignorant-" P's deep husky laugh interrupts me. " And you're the most boring saddity little bitch I've ever met." He smiles sarcastically and ducks out the door leaving me standing there with my mouth hanging wide open in shock.